So, my thoughts are racing...

I am an exchange student:

How do you know what a dream is, if you never accomplished one? 

How do you know what an adventure is, if you never took part in one? 

How do you know what anguish is, if you never said goodbye to your family and friends with your eyes full of tears? 

How do you know what being desperate is, if you never arrived in a place alone and could not understand a word of what everyone else was saying? 

How do you know what diversity is, if you never lived with people from all over the world? 

How do you know what tolerance is, if you never had to get used to something no matter how different it was and you didn't like it?

How do you know what autonomy is, if you never had the chance to decide something by yourself? 
How do you know what it means to grow up, if you never stopped being a child to start something new without someone constantly holding your hand? 

How do you know what is to be helpless, if you really wanted to hug someone and had a computer screen to prevent you from doing it? 

How do you know what distance is, if you never, looking at a map, said “I am so far away”? 

How do you know what a language is, if you never had to learn one to make friends? 

How do you know what patriotism is, if you never shouted “I love my country!” while holding the flag in your hands? 

How do you know what true reality is, if you never had the chance to see someone figure theirs out and you begin to make yours. 

How do you know what an opportunity is, if you never caught one? 

How do you know what pride is, if you never experienced it for yourself and realized how much you have accomplished? 

How do you know what it means to seize the day, if you never saw your time running so fast and slipping through your fingers? 

How do you know what a friend is, if circumstances never showed you the true ones?

How do you know what family is, if you never had one that supported you unconditionally when you first met? 

How do you know what borders are, if you never crossed your own to see what there was on the other side? 

How do you know what imagination is, if you never thought about the moment you will go back home? 

How do you experience the world, if you have never been an exchange student?